Chapter 391 - 29: I Have a Sword That Can Slay Gods and Demons

Chapter 391: Chapter 29: I Have a Sword That Can Slay Gods and Demons

The Witch Priests who still had their wits about them ignored the common Barbarian Ghosts, instead unleashing a swarm of layered curses and strange Magic Techniques upon Zhong Ming.

"BOOM!"

A thousand Curse Techniques erupted at once, causing ghostly shadows to surge like a tide and cursed blood to fall like rain. Amidst this terrifying barrage, nearly three hundred Barbarian Ghost Commanders leaped through the air, charging toward Zhong Ming to kill him.

At this moment, the Barbarian Ghost tribe was executing its high command’s order to the absolute letter: kill Zhong Ming, no matter the cost.

"Lord Zhong Ming, fall back!"

"Protect him!"

"By order of the Silver Moon King, everyone, protect Zhong Ming!"

The Barbarian Ghosts had realized Zhong Ming’s importance, and the humans were even more aware of it.

They saw that Zhong Ming merely had to stand in the sky to exert immense pressure on the enemy.

This unique ability made him more valuable in their eyes than an entire army.

Thus, the Silver Moon King, the Celestial Sea King, and the others also issued an order to be carried out at all costs. Of course, unlike the Barbarian Ghosts’ kill order, this one was a standing order to protect.

"Kill!"

"RUMBLE..."

And so, with one side driven by the will to kill and the other by the resolve to protect Zhong Ming no matter what, the Barbarian Ghosts and human Cultivators engaged in a frenzied battle revolving around him.

"SHHIIING..."

Vicious Sword Light flashed and blood rained down. Endless gouts of Flame and cracks of Thunderbolt lit up the sky, constantly erupting.

The battle between the elite human Cultivators and the Barbarian Ghost Commanders reached a fever pitch from the very start.

In this all-out slaughter, severed limbs constantly fell from the sky.

A battle this brutal should have, by all rights, lasted for a very long time.

After all, there were many commander-level Barbarian Ghosts. They had ignited their blood to unleash their full potential, and the Evil God’s blessing made them extraordinarily difficult to kill.

The human Cultivators, for their part, had plenty of life-saving measures as well.

Both sides were powerful. Normally, a confrontation like this would last over half an hour, and many would perish. Even the victor would suffer innumerable casualties.

This was precisely why Liang Kun and many of the other influential figures in the imperial city were reluctant to go to war with the Barbarian Ghosts over the Celestial Cloud Kingdom.

Once war began, regardless of the outcome, it would be a massive drain on the Frost Moon Immortal Dynasty’s power.

To say nothing of the post-war pensions and reparations, which would be another enormous expenditure.

In ordinary times, the Immortal Dynasty could have signed a treaty with the Celestial Cloud Kingdom to recoup some resources.

But with a great calamity on the horizon, the Frost Moon Immortal Dynasty couldn’t afford to defend so much territory. This made aiding the Celestial Cloud Kingdom a venture that was almost certain to be a net loss.

Zhong Ming, of course, understood all of this. For him to provoke a war knowing all this was neither reckless nor selfish—it was because he had confidence in himself.

’A mere three hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators? You think you can kill me!’

"BOOM!"

Zhong Ming, protected in the center of the formation, did not retreat or flee as the Silver Moon King and Celestial Sea King had expected.

Facing a thousand Curse Techniques and countless attacks, Zhong Ming charged forward instead.

"SWISH!"

With a single step, Zhong Ming’s figure transformed into a streak of light.

"WHOOSH!"

The streak of light moved with incredible speed, like a flash of lightning. To the combatants in the sky, it was just a flicker of light before Zhong Ming vanished, evading the barrage of a thousand Magic Techniques.

"SHHIIING!"

While dodging the attacks, Zhong Ming plunged deep into the enemy’s formation.

The next moment, the streak of light moved like a soaring dragon, suddenly weaving and striking across the battlefield.

"SHHIIING..."

The slashes, swift as light and sharp as lightning, tore through the bodies of several Barbarian Ghosts before most could even react.

"?!"

This sudden development stunned the battlefield into silence for a moment.

But an instant later, a furious roar echoed across the field.

"How arrogant!"

"Thunder Roar·Zhen!"

"Curse: Immobilization!"

"Dark Shadow Binding!"

"Soul Transfer..."

"Resentful Soul Lock!"

"Seven Yin Soul Nails..."

Zhong Ming’s killing of several Barbarian Ghosts didn’t frighten the others. On the contrary, seeing him draw near, their faces lit up with wild joy. They instantly unleashed a torrent of Control Techniques.

They were trying to immobilize Zhong Ming for a single instant—a standard military tactic for dealing with powerful individuals.

If he could be held in place, the army’s Magic Masters could swarm him. This was why even powerful Cultivators dared not take military formations lightly.

"You’re courting death!"

"You refused the path to heaven and instead broke down the gates of hell! While the human Cultivators were protecting you, we weren’t certain we could kill you. But now that you’ve dared to enter our ranks, you’re a dead man!"

"Zhong Ming, you will die by your own arrogance..."

"Heh, with so many Magic Techniques flying, you’re finished if even one of them hits..."

The Barbarian Ghosts’ strategy was sound. If Zhong Ming were immobilized by these scores of Control Techniques and then hit by a concentrated barrage, he would indeed be in some danger.

Unfortunately for them, they couldn’t hold him.

"You think you’re worthy of trapping me?!"

"You trash! Let me show you why Sword Cultivators are unrivaled in this world!"

"WHOOSH!"

Before the words even left his mouth, Zhong Ming transformed into a bolt of light, swift as thunder, and vanished once more.

His extreme sword speed allowed Zhong Ming to evade ninety-nine percent of the attacks.

And he wasn’t moving randomly. Using Heart as a Mirror, Zhong Ming pinpointed the enemy’s weakest spots. As he flickered like a thunderous Sword Light, he cleaved through several shields and sliced open their owners’ bodies.

Of course, with so many enemy Magic Techniques, a few attacks still managed to land on him.

But it was useless.

’My Sword Intent can shatter anything!’

One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Techniques. Any attack that landed on Zhong Ming was simply shattered by his Sword Light.

This was a Sword Cultivator. Through Sword and Man Unity, he could transform into Sword Light to dodge and attack. This extreme speed meant that most Cultivators—let alone their own bodies—couldn’t even cast Magic Techniques fast enough to catch his Sword Light.

And if an attack can’t hit its target, it is useless, no matter how powerful or strange.

Beyond extreme speed, Sword Cultivators also possessed extreme sharpness.

Most Magic Techniques could never hit a Sword Cultivator in the first place. The Sword Intent of One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Techniques ensured that even the few that did could be annihilated on contact.

When these two traits were combined with a Sword Cultivator’s Sword Heart—which granted foresight of danger and perception of flaws—an ambush by a large group was no ambush at all.

’Three hundred people? No. At any given moment, I’m only fighting three at most! I just need to fight one hundred of those battles in a row!’

’But as long as I’m fast enough and my attacks are sharp enough, what’s a hundred battles? That might as well be just a hundred swings of my sword!’

"WHOOSH!"

Embracing the combat style of a Sword Cultivator, Zhong Ming and his sword became one, truly transforming into a streak of light.

A streak of light so swift that none could react, with attacks that were simply peerless.

"SHHIIING!"

"SHHIIING!"

"SHHIIING!"

The bolt of light moved like a soaring dragon, flickering without pause as it twisted and turned through the air. In a single instant, it could travel hundreds of meters.

At times, the extreme Sword Light would suddenly erupt in a brilliant flash. It isn’t just darkness that can obscure vision; extreme light can blind as well.

The brilliant light of the Sun made it impossible for his enemies to look at him, and their Divine Thought would be incinerated by the Flame of the Sun. And in the moment they were blinded, "SWISH!"

"SHHIIING!" "SHHIIING!" "SHHIIING!"...

Transformed into light, Zhong Ming executed nine consecutive slashes, instantly annihilating twelve Barbarian Ghost Commanders.

"Bastard, where are you?!"

"Magic Techniques! Cast your Magic Techniques!"

"Stay away from me!"

Just like that, Zhong Ming slowly ground the confidence of the Barbarian Ghost Commanders to dust.

On the attack, they couldn’t catch him. Neither their bodies nor their Magic Techniques could match the extreme speed of Zhong Ming as a being of light.

And on defense? His One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Techniques made it impossible for them to defend.

In all the world’s martial arts, nothing is indestructible, but speed is unbeatable! This principle was embodied perfectly by Zhong Ming.

"SWISH!"

Having become light, Zhong Ming continued his rapid assault, and the Barbarian Ghost Commanders fell from the sky like rain.

During the slaughter, a few lucky Barbarian Ghost Cultivators managed to hit Zhong Ming with their Magic Techniques, but even the techniques themselves were annihilated by his blade.

As for the Barbarian Ghosts’ bodies, tempered through a hundred battles, they couldn’t withstand his Sword Light for even a single moment.

And so, in the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a single strand of Sword Light—Zhong Ming, moving at the speed of light—effortlessly cut down more than half of the Barbarian Ghost Commanders, as if he were felling a bamboo forest.

Throughout this process, no matter how the Barbarian Ghosts roared or how desperately they fought, it was all for naught.

They couldn’t catch him. They simply couldn’t.

Their gazes couldn’t even keep up with the flicker of his Sword Light.

The periodic, blinding flashes of Sun-like light turned them into blind men again and again.

"SHHIIING!"

"No!"

The terrifyingly efficient slaughter forced both the Barbarian Ghost Commanders and the human Cultivators to once again recall the terror and might of a Sword Cultivator, and their unparalleled ability to dominate a battlefield.